“That’s it. Tomorrow, I’m giving all of my clothes out to the Salvation Army.” With a disgusted expression, Jack was staring at his closet. “Look at all this stuff. It’s humiliating. Have I no self-control?”
I leaned back on his dresser and decided not to answer that.
Jack had been working retail for years and still spent a good amount of his paycheck on clothes. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him wearing the same outfit twice.
Was he insecure about his appearance? He shouldn’t have been. He was gorgeous. But Jack didn’t fit the typical male beauty ideals out there. He wasn’t tall, dark, and dangerous. He didn’t have a deep masculine voice or big bulging muscles.
But did he fit my physical ideal?
Yes, except I didn’t know how to tell him.
He turned to look at me. “What time is it?”
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